I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

A burst of uncontrollable laughter that was almost uncontrollable broke out without any warning in this quiet study!

He laughed and clapped his hands on the table, tears flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes. His face, which was always filled with sarcasm and seriousness, now only had one kind of expression: being completely conquered by the purest joy, a feeling of complete satisfaction!

"Genius... this... this is the real genius!"

While laughing, he wrote sloppily on the manuscript paper with his tea-stained hand. His handwriting was sloppy, but full of excitement as if he had survived a disaster.

"This isn't just a simple variety show! It's a carnival of imagination, a national extravaganza! Nohara Hiroshi... he's not even filming a variety show! He's using a method none of us can understand to inject a powerful dose of 'happiness' into this era, already eroded by boredom and numbness!"

He crumpled up the piece of paper filled with words of praise and threw it into the trash can.

Then, he picked up the Montblanc pen and rewrote a brand new title on the snow-white manuscript paper, one that would shock the entire Japanese television industry.

【God has come.】

……

This hurricane of pure joy brought by "Super Change" swept across the entire Neon in an unparalleled manner in just half an hour.

In the late-night restaurant, the nightclub guards who were just worried about the quality were now laughing so hard that they were rolling on the bar, clapping their hands on the bar with tears streaming down their faces.

"Oh my god! This 'human typewriter' is so fucking hilarious! Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die from laughing!"

In the male dormitory of the University of Tokyo, the group of academic elites who were just angry about "betrayal" were now lying on the ground, holding their stomachs and laughing like a group of 300-pound children.

"I...I take back everything I said before! Mr. Nohara! You are my God! No! You are the faith I will always believe in!"

The same earth-shaking laughter filled with pure joy broke out in countless homes, countless offices, countless cafes and izakayas.

They forget all their worries, all their pressures, and all their disappointments.

In their eyes, there is only simple and pure happiness that is full of childishness and imagination.

And at the center of the storm, in the office of [Nohara Hiroshi - Special Production Team].

Nohara Hiroshi just watched the TV calmly. Even the judges in the judges' booth gave close-ups of faces distorted by laughter, and the corners of their mouths curled up into a light and relaxed smile that belonged to the winner.

He knew that the war was over.

From the moment he decided to bring that plan that could revolutionize the era from the future into this world, the ending was already determined.

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Chapter 112 Nohara Sashi wants to fall in love! He meets his destined person!

In the office of the Executive Deputy Director of Tokyo TV, the air seemed to be sucked out at this moment, solidifying into a heavy and cold piece of amber, sealing all the living beings in it in endless shock.

Takada Toshihide's face, which always had a gloomy look on it, had now lost all its color, leaving only a pale color like dead ash.

He stared at the screen intently.

Looking at those funny performances full of childish fun and imagination, a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Impossible... This... This is absolutely impossible!"

Takashi Yasui, the ace director who is always cynical and treats variety shows as toys, is now standing there like a weathered stone statue.

The whiskey glass in his hand had tilted at some point, and the amber liquid dripped through his fingers, leaving a dark stain on his expensive Versace suit, but he was completely unaware.

His brain, that professional brain full of variety show "iron rules" and "experience".

at this moment.

Completely overwhelmed by a more primitive, purer, powerful force called "happiness"!

“The rhythm…the rhythm is too fast!”

Ito Changan, who was standing aside, also had an expression of disbelief and horror on his face.

He was like a classical warrior who had just seen a modern war for the first time. Looking at the enemy's impenetrable phalanx of musket soldiers, he felt that all the swordsmanship he had learned throughout his life had become a ridiculous and vulnerable joke!

"There's no buildup, no transitions, and even... not even a moment for the audience to breathe! One idea follows another, like a never-ending snowstorm, pounding every last laugh point densely and harshly into the audience's face! This... this simply doesn't conform to the logic of variety show production! This will... this will cause the audience to become aesthetically fatigued!"

As he spoke, his voice began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Because he himself didn't believe what he said!

Because this show...

Bravo!

Masao Iwata had already collapsed on a low stool in the corner like a dead dog with its spine pulled out.

He looked at the faces on the screen that were distorted by pure joy, and listened to the laughter coming from the speakers that was loud enough to blow the roof off. He felt like a sinner who had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and was being forced to enjoy a feast in heaven.

That contrast, that difference, was like the sharpest knife, cutting his heart, which had long been eroded by jealousy and unwillingness and was riddled with holes, into pieces.

"Hahahahahaha!"

In another office, Ming Rihai was laughing like a gambler who had won the gamble of the century.

Asumi is enjoying the funny scenes in "Super Change".

Because that's funny!

Just happy!

It's worth it for Asumi to laugh out loud!

Asuka rested his feet comfortably on the mahogany desk, holding a cup of steaming hot and fragrant coffee, watching the equally wonderful program on the screen. His always elegant and calm face was filled with a sense of pride and joy.

"Monster... This guy Hiroshi-kun, he's not even making a show."

He muttered to himself, his tone full of emotion: "He is...making rules. A brand new set of entertainment rules that belong to him alone, named 'Nohara Hiroshi'!"

……

The storm of rules created by "Super Change" spread much faster than anyone imagined.

Osaka, Kansai Television.

"Is this... the strength of Tokyo TV?"

Deputy Director of the Production Department, Ichiro Gaya, and several of his most capable variety show directors were like petrified statues, staring intently at the huge monitor screen in the conference room.

The air was filled with a burning smell mixed with tobacco and despair.

"The pace... is too fast."

A veteran director known for his "slow variety shows" spoke in a dry voice, his face, usually brimming with confidence, now etched with bewilderment: "It completely abandons the traditional variety show's structure, like a dramatic action movie with all the drama cut out, leaving only the climax. Can the audience... can the audience really handle this kind of information bombardment?"

"More than just acceptance! They're practically... having a blast!" Another director specializing in outdoor reality shows shuddered in disbelief. "This...this isn't just a ratings thing anymore; it's a social phenomenon! I bet tomorrow, no, tonight! These imaginative creations will become the focus of imitation and discussion among all the young people in Neon!"

"The most terrifying thing is its core."

Ichiro Gaiya let out a long, stagnant breath, a breath filled with a mixture of helplessness and admiration, a conscious realization of reality. "This is purely for fun's sake, for fun's sake, and creativity for its own sake. It's a product designed to delight the audience! You can't call it blank, and you can't say it has any purpose, but it truly attracts viewers! It drives ratings! Perhaps that's its core!"

These words caused the entire conference room to fall into a long silence.

Nowadays, all programs in Japan focus on educating the people, especially cartoons, television, and movies.

All are so.

Even if variety shows do not have such high educational significance, they must still contain some educational sentiment.

But now, they found that Nohara Hiroshi's thinking was not like that.

It’s not what they think!

They finally realized that they were not facing a simple competitor.

Instead, he is a dimensionality-reduction attacker who has already stood in a higher dimension and is overlooking the entire chess game in a way that they cannot understand at all.

……

Nagoya, Chukyo TV.

"Is this... the gap?"

Fukuoka, Kyushu Broadcasting.

"We...didn't lose unfairly."

Sapporo, Hokkaido Culture Broadcasting Corporation...

"Can one person's talent really...defy the entire era?"

Countless questions, countless shocks, and countless awes are happening simultaneously in every corner of the neon.

Those local tyrants who had once clamored to join forces to "encircle and suppress" Nohara Hiroshi now seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and could not utter a word.

He was still trying to suppress Nohara Hiroshi's urban legend.

But people...

They have all jumped out of urban legends and established a new kingdom!

They are behind!

They finally understood that their so-called "Anti-Nohara Hiroshi Alliance" was nothing but a ridiculous joke full of black humor in the face of that young man's absolute talent that was enough to subvert the times.

And those film critics who once had doubts about Hiroshi Nohara, now like a group of believers struck by an oracle, put down their pens that had been prepared long ago and were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

They looked at the faces on the screen that were distorted by pure joy, and listened to the laughter coming from the speakers that was loud enough to blow the roof off. At this moment, the sense of superiority that belonged to professionals was completely crushed to pieces.

They knew that from tonight on, a brand new variety show myth belonging only to Hiroshi Nohara had officially arrived.

……

Kumamoto Prefecture, Oyama family.

In the living room, laughter had already turned into a pot of boiling hot porridge.

"Hahahaha! This... this 'human typewriter' is too funny! Ouch! I can't take it anymore! My stomach! My stomach is going to burst from laughing!"

Koyama Yumesae was laughing so hard that she almost rolled off the tatami. Her eyes, which always seemed lively and playful, were already filled with physiological tears.

"Yes, yes, it's really interesting." Even the eldest sister Masae, who is always gentle and quiet, couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a silver bell-like laugh. Her pretty face, which always had a bit of reserve, was also stained with a touching blush because of pure happiness.

"What kind of weird things are in Guangzhi's head?" His mother, Xiaoshan Gaoya, smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Her gentle face was full of pride.

Only Yoshiharu Koyama, the patriarch of the Koyama family, still maintained the authority of a principal, with a stern face, trying to examine this "indecent" program with the most professional eyes.

"Hmph, this is just nonsense! How disgraceful!" He said this, but the corners of his mouth, which were uncontrollably and wildly rising, had already betrayed his true thoughts.

"Second sister! Second sister! Come and watch TV! My brother-in-law's show is so funny!" Xiaoshan Mengya finally laughed enough. She picked up the brand new Panasonic P100 and wanted to share this happiness with her sister who was far away in Tokyo.